Satisfaction
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Damon awoke to the familiar smell of vanilla, mixed with the smell of sex, but the bed was cold. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was alone, and for half a split second, something stirred uncomfortably in his chest. However, the sound of the shower echoing from the bathroom denoted that he was not alone.
The vampire turned over onto his stomach and, with a smile on his lips, mentally reviewed the previous night. It seemed that everything had come out of his innermost fantasies. The sounds Emma had made, the way she had drunk his blood, the way she had asked him to drink hers, the pleasure he had felt, it was all surreal. Damon's body reacted to the memories, so he threw the covers aside and stood up. He walked to the bathroom, opened the door, and found Emma with her eyes closed under the shower, washing her hair, which, wet, looked much darker than it really was and highlighted her pale skin. He took his time staring at the woman in front of him.
As if noticing that she was being watched, Emma opened her eyes and turned toward the door, finding Damon completely naked, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a smirk smeared across his face. He then uncrossed his arms and walked over to the shower stall, stepped under the shower with her, and glued her against the cold tiles.
"We have to settle some rules here", he said jokingly. "First rule: never leave me alone in bed, it breaks my heart".
Emma giggled, which caused a sincere smile to replace Damon's traditional smirk. The girl leaned forward, stood on her tiptoes, and sealed her lips lovingly on his. It was such a trivial act, so simple, and yet it made the vampire feel a tugging in his belly button.
"Sorry" she replied. "I really needed a shower. I woke up all covered in dry blood and all".
Her cheeks took on a reddish color when she mentioned the blood. For Emma, it was quite unusual for sex to involve blood. However, she imagined it was something quite common for Damon and other vampires. Except it wasn't.
"Didn't expect to be that intense, huh?", Damon questioned with a smile, stroking her bare waist with his wet hands.
"Never had sex with a vampire before", she replied with a shrug.
"Good thing I'm here to change that", the vampire said, kissing her on the neck. Damon's cell phone started ringing, but he didn't seem the least bit in the mood to answer the call. As soon as his phone stopped ringing, Emma's started vibrating insistently on the sink counter, and, as the girl pressed her palms against the vampire's chest, intending to push him away and take the call, Damon grunted and rolled his eyes.
Emma came out of the box dripping water all over the floor, Damon propped himself against the cold, damp wall, enjoying the view of her ass.
"Hello?" he heard her answer the call. Emma turned to face him with a frown and, God, the view from the front was even better than the view from her back. However, Emma's worried expression caused the vampire to frown. "Okay... Yes, he's with me... You what? Oh, for fuck sake, Elena!", Emma spat.
"What's going on?", Damon questioned, interested. Emma rolled her eyes and patted the bottom of the phone with her hand.
"Elena's going after Stefan with Ric because you weren't home".
"What?", it was Damon's turn to sputter, and the vampire took the phone from Emma's hand, placing it next to his own ear. "Are you fucking crazy?"
"I won't leave him, Damon. He called me last night" the girl replied.
"And what did he say, huh? 'Please, save me from Klaus'?", Damon sneered and Elena seemed to hesitate before answering.
"He didn't say anything...but I know it was him!", Elena hurried to answer before the vampire interrupted her. "He wants me to help him, so I'm going with Ric".
"Elena, Stefan doesn't want help. He's pretty fine with Klaus".
"How can you say that? I've seen your bedroom, you've been tracking Klaus' victims! You didn't give up on Stefan too", Elena challenged him.
"They're not Klaus' victims, Elena, they're Stefan's!", Damon almost shouted against the device, and Emma almost jumped out of her seat from the fright.
"What?" Elena asked, surprised.
"Stefan's killing people, not Klaus. He turned off his humanity, get over it" the vampire replied, irritated.
Emma grabbed a towel and dried herself off, left the bathroom and put on the same clothes from the night before, the only ones she had. When Damon came out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel and visibly irritated, she was completely ready to go back to Mystic Falls. He tossed his cell phone to Emma, who caught the device in the air and dialed a number while Damon got dressed.
The two didn't need to exchange any words, since they knew they would have to go back and once again go out to Elena's rescue. Emma controlled herself to keep her eyes in place and not roll them, and the two left the hotel with the girl talking on the phone to Alaric. The young woman scolded the man for agreeing to embark on this madness, and the professor justified himself by saying that he had agreed to accompany Elena in order to keep her minimally safe, since he knew she wouldn't give up and would end up going alone. Alaric gave the coordinates of where he was going with Elena, and Emma informed Damon as soon as she hung up the phone.
"At least it's close from here", Emma huffed, shoving her cell phone into her purse and pulling out her keys. The girl unlocked the car with the remote, opened the door, and threw her purse on the passenger seat. She lifted her face and stared at the vampire, who took his own car keys from his jacket pocket. "You wanna lead the way?"
"Yeah" he replied, and then smirked, "Or you can just drop this thing here and come with me in a real car".
"You hurt his feelings", Emma joked and proceeded to stroke the roof of her own car. "The bad vampire didn't mean that, don't be sad", she said to her own vehicle, and Damon let out a laugh.
The vampire unlocked his own car and took the lead, with Emma trailing behind him. The two of them drove for half an hour, with Damon huffing about having to keep his speed down in order for the girl to catch up. As soon as they parked near a reserve area, the girl reached for her gun in the glove compartment, which caused Damon to arch an eyebrow, but say nothing. She got out of the car and walked over to the vampire, who pointed his index finger at her, serious.
"Stay close, don't do anything stupid, and if I tell you to run, you run. Okay?" he said.
"Okay", Emma confirmed with her head.
"Good" Damon sighed, and the two began walking side by side, paying attention to everything. They entered the area, and the only sound present was the singing of birds and the crunching of leaves under their feet.
The girl wanted to talk about the previous night, to ask him where they stood after everything, but she couldn't find the right words to use. What were they? Friends with benefits? Had it been a one-night thing? Would it happen again? Were the two of them dating or something? The last option seemed ridiculous and Emma involuntarily grimaced.
"I can hear you thinking from here" Damon teased. "Spill it out".
"It's about last night", Emma replied, and Damon sighed.
"Of course it is".
"Are we... Are we okay?" she asked hesitantly. Damon turned to her. The two of them kept walking.
"We're good. You said you like things the way they are, right?", the vampire questioned and Emma, for half a split second, felt herself being pulled down. "I like things the way they are too".
Emma nodded her head. She didn't know what response she was expecting, but eventually realized that whatever it was, it wasn't the one she had received.
"Good", she managed to reply, and looked forward again. She took her hands out of her coat pockets in order not to lose her balance when crossing a huge tree trunk that was lying on the ground. The girl then felt Damon's fingers tighten around her wrist. She turned back and met his very blue eyes.
"The thing is... I also like to kiss you. And I most definitely liked last night" the vampire confessed. If he was honest, the previous night had been incredible. Never in his over 170 years of life had he experienced anything like the night he had spent with Emma. And he knew that once he had tasted her, he couldn't simply go back to the way they were before. "I want both. I want us like before, but I also want us like last night".
"So... like friends with benefits?" she asked arching an eyebrow. Damon smirked.
"It's sounds ridiculous when you put it like that, but yes", he replied, and Emma smiled.
Eventually, the two managed to find Elena and Alaric, and Emma was already annoyed that they were going around in circles without finding anything. Apparently, the lead Elena was looking for was barely a lead. However, she was eventually convinced otherwise when they heard cries of pain somewhere nearby.
Damon was the first to arrive thanks to vampire speed, and the three humans arrived just in time to see a werewolf tied to a tree, about to transform. Something, however, was wrong. It was as if the man was suffering more than expected during the transformation. Damon wasted no time in ripping the poor man's heart out.
"He shouldn't transform, it's not a full moon!", Elena exclaimed, and Emma turned to her cousin.
"He's not a werewolf, he's a hybrid. Apparently, Klaus is managing to form the army he wanted so badly" the older woman replied, frowning.
"And apparently it's going wrong" Damon commented, frowning together. Alaric almost laughed as he realized that the two were mimicking each other's expressions, "Something isn't right".
And something really wasn't right. It wasn't long before other hybrids appeared among the trees, and Emma picked up her gun, which was inside her coat pocket. A thought crossed her mind: what a horrible day to be wearing a dress and heels. Immediately, the girl removed her shoes and stood in bare feet, and the four of them ran off. Damon snorted when he saw that the three of them were slower than him, and, rolling his eyes, he slowed his pace and grabbed Emma by the elbow, practically dragging her away from the hybrids.
Night had fallen and Emma had difficulty seeing in the dark. Every now and then she stepped on something that hurt her bare feet, but not for a second did she stop running. Damon, realizing that a wolf was catching up with them, squeezed Emma's elbow, and the girl stared at him wide-eyed.
"Run" he simply said, before drawing the wolf's attention away from the three humans.
Emma, despite feeling her heart in her hand at the possibility of Damon being bitten again, helped Alaric drag Elena to where the two of them had parked the car, while firmly holding her unlocked gun. Fortunately, the path to the vehicle was relatively smooth, and the three of them entered Alaric's truck and locked the doors.
The older girl didn't even pay attention to the argument between the professor and her cousin, she was glued to the window, waiting for any sign of Damon. After what seemed like hours, the vampire appeared, shaking the dust from his pants and frowning. Even from a distance, Emma knew he was annoyed, and that it had nothing to do with the werewolf who had chased him. She opened the car door, but before she could move toward the vampire, Elena ran up to him.
"Damon, are you okay? Did you...?", Gilbert asked, throwing her arms around the vampire and taking him in a hug. Damon remained stiff, his fists clenched against his muddy pants. Emma watched everything from a distance.
"Fine. Bite free" Damon replied, without patience. "Get back in the car, please".
"Can you just give a minute to appreciate that you're not dead?", Elena complained, pulling herself far from him.
"I'll give you ten seconds" Damon smiled debauchedly, as soon as she released him. "Nine, eight..."
"Okay, let's just move" Alaric interfered, and Elena huffed, turning away. The girl got into the car and slammed the door hard, which drew a hiss from the teacher.
The man reentered the car and turned on the headlights. Damon stared at Emma.
"Do you want a formal invitation to get in the car?" he asked angrily.
"My car is across the trees over there, remember?" she questioned with an arched eyebrow, and pointed in the direction where they had parked. Damon snorted.
"Right, let's move then. Fast" he said and walked off ahead.
Damon was annoyed that he had found Stefan, that his brother hadn't turned off his humanity, but that he didn't want to go back home either. It irritated him that Stefan acted unselfishly, it irritated him that his brother was in that situation because of him, because all these factors added up reminded him that Stefan would always be much better than him.
Despite his irritation, Damon kept one eye on Emma. He slowed his pace so that the two of them would walk at the same speed and kept an eye on his surroundings to react quickly should anything endanger them. Emma kept quiet, she knew something was bothering him, and she knew when not to push him about it. Nevertheless, the two arrived where they had parked without any interference. He waited for Emma to start the car and decided to let her lead the way, thinking that he could take better care of her if he was behind.
Emma realized that Damon had only followed her to one point, separating from her as they entered Mystic Falls. The vampire took the path toward the Boarding House, while she, huffing, headed toward the Gilbert house. Her feet hurt and she was afraid of what she would find when she finally got home and could look at them under the light.
As soon as she got home, she went straight upstairs to her room and stepped into the shower. She stood under the shower and felt the hot water running all over her body. Her feet burned and she looked down. A large trickle of mud mixed with blood ran down the drain, and Emma felt sick. Her heart raced, her breathing failed, and she had to hold tightly against the wall.
The girl blinked several times, trying to stick to the present, even though her mind stubbornly carried her back to the past. A past in which she was washing her feet full of mud and blood after letting Tom sink into that lake. She felt her vision blur and heard, in the background, someone calling her by name. The voice called her once, twice, three times, and she didn't know if she was at the Gilbert house or if she was in the hospital after suffering that accident with her ex-husband. A hand held her by the shoulders and Emma gasped. When she looked up, she met Damos's blue eyes under his thick, black eyebrows, which were frowning.
"Emma, are you okay?" he asked, and she swallowed dryly, feeling everything return to normal. Her vision cleared, her hearing sharpened, and she was able to pull air into her lungs again.
"I'm sorry" she said, shaking her head. Damon stared at her worriedly. "I've just… I've hurt my feet", she tried to justify, and the vampire followed her gaze, finding the girl's feet with red cuts. "Can you... I'll be quick" she tried to motion for him to leave, but Damon pulled away only to remove his own clothes. He ripped off his T-shirt, his pants, and lastly his socks and underwear, and stepped into the shower with her.
"I need a shower too" he justified, shrugging. In truth, he just wanted to keep an eye on her and, above all, stay close to her.
Without warning, Damon picked up the soap and began to gently lather her up. The girl repeated the gesture and the two of them, without uttering a single word, showered together as if it had been part of their routine for a long time.
"I thought you were going home" she commented, as soon as she wrapped herself in the towel. Damon, still wet, took her by the waist and sat her down on the sink counter. He picked up a foot of hers and examined it with frowning eyebrows, gently sliding his fingers across the bruised skin, accounting for the cuts.
"I did, but I decided to come back" he replied, without taking his eyes off the cuts he was examining. Emma watched him with interest.
He was beautiful, and with every new piece of him she got to know the more she found him handsome. Standing there, completely naked and wet in the middle of her bathroom, his hair damp and delicately holding her foot, he looked divine.
"I have antiseptic and bandages in the drawer" she said, referring to the cuts on her feet. Damon stared at her in disbelief and snorted.
"You don't need that, I'll give you my blood" he said. She smiled at him.
"You want to turn me on so we can repeat last night, huh?" she asked playfully, and Damon smiled weakly.
"Yeah" he confirmed, turning his attention back to her feet. It wasn't true, though. It was obvious that Damon would not complain about repeating the night before, but the only thing that crossed his mind when he offered his blood to her was simply to heal those wounds. And for some reason, the realization of that fact bothered him.
"I was kidding" Emma said, as if realizing the direction of his thoughts. The vampire stared into her eyes and felt something inside him melt as he stared into those whiskey-colored puddles. Without taking his eyes off her, the vampire slid his hands up the length of her legs, from the bottom to the top, and squeezed her thighs between his fingers. Slowly, he spread her legs and fitted himself there.
Emma, who was holding the towel wrapped against her body, let go of the piece of cloth and threw her arms over his neck. Damon smirked.
"First, let's heal you" he said, and the husky voice echoed through the bathroom, reached her ears and caused a shiver to run down her spine.
"So caring", she sneered.
"Someone has to take care of you" he replied, repeating, unintentionally, what he had said to Elena when he thought he was going to die. He didn't want to die and leave Emma, because he was the only one who took care of her. And he liked being the only one taking care of her. He liked being the only one at something for a change. Moving forward, Damon kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue.
Emma felt herself melting. Damon's kiss was possessive, explorative and demanding, and at the same time slow and careful. He curled his tongue around hers and grazed his teeth against her lips, drawing gasps from the girl. The vampire slid his hands firmly up the towel that barely covered her thighs and squeezed her flesh between his fingers. Emma moaned, and Damon felt his gums itch. He separated his mouth from hers and traced a line with his tongue to her ear.
"Bit me" he whispered against her ear. "As hard as you can".
Emma stared at him, completely out of breath, and Damon was thankful he was already naked when he saw that her pupils were dilated. Otherwise, he would be really tight inside his pants.
"Here", Damon pointed to his own neck and gently held Emma's damp hair between his fingers behind the back of her neck and guided her face to the area he had pointed to. The girl moistened her lips and took a deep breath before placing a tender kiss on his neck and finally biting him hard. She had to bit really, really hard to break through his skin with her unsharp teeth and tear out a thick trickle of blood, which she proceeded to suck up.
Damon groaned and threw his head back, rolling his eyes. He gripped her hair tighter and felt his cock become painfully hard as Emma sucked his blood. He didn't know what it was, but feeling her sucking his blood, taking something from him, turned him completely on. Since the first time he felt like that. She would be the sweetest, hottest, and most delightful death of him.
Gripping her thighs firmly, Damon pulled her away from the sink, causing the girl to part her lips from his neck. The vampire carried her to the bed, threw her against the mattress, and ripped off the towel, which was in the way. He wasted no time and lay down on top of her, resting the weight of his body against the elbow he kept beside her body. Emma looked the sexiest thing in the world with her bloody red lips, and Damon felt his own fangs coming out of his gums. He took her mouth in a possessive kiss, scraping his fangs against her lips, and feeling the taste of his blood mingling with hers on his tongue.
Damon brought his hand up to her pussy and slipped two fingers inside, eliciting a long moan from the girl. With his thumb he began to massage her clit. She was completely wet, and his cock responded to the fact that this was all for him. He moved his fingers inside her, and Emma squirmed under his body.
"Hope you don't mind everyone hearing us, because I won't stop until you scream" he whispered in a husky voice against her ear.
"Do-don't tease me" she sighed when he found the perfect rhythm against her clit. The girl bit her own lips to hold back a moan.
"Don't hold yourself".
"They're going to hear us" she exclaimed, in a mixture of worry and desperation to get her relief and scream out loud.
"Couldn't care less" Damon smirked and, teasing her, withdrew his fingers from her. Emma stared at him in bewilderment. She was so close, so close... "We can stop if you want".
"Don't you fucking dare" she threatened him in between teeth, which drew a smile from him.
"As you wish" he replied and lifted Emma's arms, holding her wrists over the girl's head. Her golden-brown hair was spread across the mattress and her cheeks and lips were red. Without wasting any more time, Damon entered her at once, eliciting a loud groan from the girl. The vampire smiled and felt the thick black veins dancing under his eyes. He began to thrust in and out of her slowly and hard, and with each thrust her moans increased. She was beautiful. Damon licked the full length of her neck and brought his lips close to her ear. "Scream my name, Emma. I wanna hear you scream my name".
"Da-Damon" she whispered between moans as he increased his strokes. His cock was rubbing against her most sensitive spot and she was so close. She felt that sensation growing and growing from the inside out and the outside in, creating an unbearable and delicious pressure in her womb. And then she exploded. "FUCK, DAMON!"
But Damon didn't stop. Unable to control himself any longer, he buried his fangs in her neck, and kept moving. The vampire swore it would be impossible to feel such pleasure, he was coming hard inside her, but still he couldn't stop. He wasn't able to stop, he didn't wanna stop. So he kept moving, his lips against hers, making her feel the taste of her own blood. His cock was still hard as a rock, and so he kept moving, and moving, and fucking her, and making her scream, and, before he even noticed, he was screaming her name as well. He made her cum three times, one after another, and she felt like she was going to die by pleasure. She just couldn't take it anymore, it was too much, she was completely drugged by the incredible sensations, but he kept moving.
"I... I can't, it's too fucking much" she whispered between moans, feeling her body go limp. Damon was sweaty, feeling his skin clinging to hers, and it was absurdly delicious.
"One more time, together" he whispered back, his voice husky. He could feel her heavy breathing against his mouth. Emma mumbled something unintelligible. Damon himself was feeling drugged, it was so much pleasure he almost couldn't take it too. "Just one more, I wanna cum while you squeeze my cock".
And then Damon thrust into her a few more times while sucking on her earlobe, whispering disconnected obscenities, but they eventually had their effect. Emma, in a long, loud and suffering moan, came one last time, and the vampire felt himself cumming inside her for the second time that night and finally felt his body and cock relaxing.
Emma was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, her chest heaving up and down, and her sweat mingling with Damon's, who was still lying on top of her. Gathering the rest of his strength, the vampire pulled out of her and pulled her close to his body. He caught his breath long before she did, and with her back pressed against his chest, he began to stroke her arm as he made her follow his rhythm, until her heart returned to normal rhythm. It had been so intense that Emma felt her eyes grow heavy as her heartbeat returned to normal, and before she knew it, she was asleep with Damon's breath against the back of her neck and his arms wrapped tightly around her body.
